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Friday, September 18, 2015

First Lines Friday!

The first lines of a story can be a powerful hook to capture the imagination.In comments, tempt us with the first three lines of any chapter. Don't forget your buy link and website/blog link. Have fun!

LeeAnn Walker pushed herself up onto her hands and feet, leaning into downward dog until she felt the stretch across the backs of her calves. She tried to concentrate on perfecting the pose in an attempt to push the memory of the previous night’s teary phone call out of her mind.

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about those piercing emerald eyes. There was intelligence and cunning in them. Her stare felt as though she saw through the façade he often wore as prince and to please others, and into his kajh.

When the first blow slammed into the old man’s head, his decrepit body crumpled to the earthen floor. The amulets draped around his neck for protection from evil spirits clattered together as he fell. It had been many years since his ancient bones had been tested in battle.

The door opens and my breath stops. I’m not sure my pounding heart hasn’t as well. Inside a five by four foot tube, filled with a blue aqueous substance, I see her.http://www.ekensingtonbooks.com/book.aspx/31628sandracox.blogspot.comThanks!

Laura watched him clutch his lower back as he strode away.Remembering the heap of sheets and bedcovers in his room, shegrinned as she and put two and two together. From the look of it,Daniel Stone had slept on the floor last night.

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The thunder and lightning roared off into the distance, leaving only darkness and the sound of rain beating against the adobe walls of the hacienda.

Outside Jenny Dalton's bedroom door, hammering and shouts intensified until they rose above the angry night sounds and finally wakened her. Heart pounding, for no one would have summoned her unless it were an emergency, she fought against sleep and stumbled out of bed.

Three minutes until the break in. Three. Only one hundred eighty seconds. T minus one seventy-nine, one seventy-eight.... Maggie stared at the front door to her penthouse, watching, listening. He’d already gotten past the front desk staff. Neutralized some of the security cameras. Evaded others. If he made it into her home—If he made it in—